Wolf RPG

When he deemed it safe, Farstep had returned to the wall of mountains barring him from the west. He moved quickly and quietly, abandoning his previous relaxed pace in favour of something better demonstrating his urgency. He had met with two defensive wolves on this side of the mountains, and even if he lacked the finer cares of canines such as intellect and eloquence, he wasn't stupid enough to hang around. He beat a hasty retreat, one with jaws parted anxiously and ears swinging back and forth as if he expected to be followed.

The better part of the afternoon was spent climbing the mountainside and picking his way along the pass. When he emerged on the other side, he was met with a sprawling, verdant wilderness that should have taken his breath away. By all rights, the male should have been in awe of the lush land. Instead, he stretched out his legs, beginning with the front and ending with the back, yawned widely, and began to pick his way down the cliffs.

Teekon Wilds may have been beautiful to some wolves, but to Farstep it was just another same-old-same, as demonstrated by the way he paced down the mountain as if he'd done it a hundred times before. It was green, it was airy, and it was full of delicious prey just waiting to be caught. Still, despite finally being away from the wolves in the east, he still held his head level with his shoulders, moved his tail stiffly, and swivelled his ears, all signs that the vagabond was uncertain and wary.

Sky was also walking up the side of the mountain that Farstep was on. She was hungry from exploring and say some pray. She chased a hare. She used her claws to grab the hare's hide. She then pulled it back and snapped its neck with her teeth. She tore into the fresh meat. She then finished it and wiped her muzzle off in the grass and raised her head to see a male lone wolf.

His plodding pace soon brought him into the vicinity of another wolf, evidenced by the sharp scent of his species on the breeze accompanied by that of newly spilled blood. The brute's nostrils quivered, his body lurching suddenly into a trot that would bring him shortly upon the scene of Sky feasting on a rabbit.

She had finished her meal, but he could see there were still scraps of meat clinging to the bones. Her snout still held hints and flecks of blood, which made her his contender. The unpredictable lone wolf lifted his head challengingly, with lips peeling back over his teeth and hackles lifting all along his spine as he stepped ominously toward her.

It was the way of the lone wolf, and all hunting wolves in general, to exploit any weakness. To him, she was nothing but a rival who, if he could intimidate her, would give up the scant remainder of her kill to sate the hunger in his belly. He was wholly selfish and wholly invested in himself, and he would take what he wanted most.

Sky was a little scared of this wolf. She just sat there not moving. Her body froze up. She could just wag her tail, and she did. She was just being friendly to the wolf. She had killed another rabbit a little bit before the second one. She nudged the rabbit to him.Is he hungry? Will he hurt me? Sky had these thoughts racing through her head. Sky didn't show weakness in any way. She made herself look as bulky as possible.

Farstep took another step forward, then another, baring his teeth in a classically wolfish grin of malicious intent. It was mental warfare that the wolf employed, but he gave the aura of a male who was threatening physical confrontation. The white-furred bitch with the weird markings would give up her kill, or he would take it by force.

She was more intelligent than she seemed from her behaviour, and ended up nudging the hare in his direction. His lips peeled back over his teeth as his vocal cords vibrated with a throaty growl that punctuated each step of his imposing prowl, and when he bent to grab the rabbit messily in his jaws, his eyes never left her. Leaving almost no room for her to say any of her words, all of which were meaningless to the voiceless Farstep, the male wolf swung on his feet and trotted away with her offered hare clamped firmly in his mouth.